I feel like I am floating in the air. How could Isaiah tell me that when he knows that I will be driving back to the café? Did he think I could still drive after dropping a bomb like that?
I pursed my lips and gripped my steering wheel tighter while his words kept echoing in my head. Now, I feel like I am going crazy. Maybe I just imagined everything. Maybe I’m just sleeping. Because there’s no way in hell that I will be able to let that thought of him courting me sink in.
“Analilia, stop it and drive, you dimwit,” I cursed at myself as I drove through the traffic. I sighed and shook my head, hoping that I would finally calm down so I could arrive at the destination in one piece.
My phone pinged and I saw Isaiah’s name.
Isaiah:
Are you back in the café?
I pursed my lips and tore
